Special

How could he choose her over me?
We were the same!
But when he talked, it was of her.
"She just gets me... y'know?"
"She's just like me!" I cried.
"She's... special."
I hated him, hated I loved him...
"Goodbye, Casey." He said. Leaving me for her.
My twin sister.
I couldn't take the rejection.
So, became her.
Killing her and taking her place.
I pretended suicide, used her identity as mine.
He never knew.
"You're special..." he whispered, "I love you, Stacey."
"I know..." I replied.
Was he worth the pain? I didn't know anymore... I just didn't know.